Rebirth in the 80s: From street stalls to the spotlight of domestic products

After finishing things here, Wang Muzhi returned to his old house. His father was cleaning up the yard, and Wang Muzhi also joined in. Soon the father and son had cleaned up the things in the corner of the yard, making it extremely smooth.

"You brat, you've become more capable, haven't you? I heard that you mobilized the whole village."

"Not that many, just some people."

"Hey, I don't understand your problem, but as a fellow villager, please help if you can. Life is not easy for everyone. Have you forgotten that when we were young, we went from house to house to borrow rice?"

Wang Muzhi's memories were pushed to after hours.

At that time, I was always getting into trouble. I didn't even have rice after all the money I had at home was given to others. It was the coldest month of winter, so I had to go door to door to borrow money.

Fortunately, the villagers were kind and borrowed some from their own rice jars, which were not rich, to help them survive the winter.

"Don't worry, Dad, I know what's going on."

"You...ahem...just know it."

While Wang Jiefang was speaking, he suddenly coughed violently and bent down. Wang Muzhi felt distressed and went up to pat his father's back gently.

"Dad, I'll make some medicine for you."

"Go ahead, I'm too lazy to move."

Wang Muzhi walked into the kitchen, took out the medicine jar, squatted in the yard and started boiling medicine.

As the water in the medicine jar began to boil, a medicinal fragrance floated out from it and dissipated in the wind.

Wang Jiefang did not look back, he sat on a stool, lit a cigarette and looked into the distance.

Wang Muzhi will never forget that scene.

As the sun sets, my father's shadow is stretched long. On the back of the hand holding the cigarette, the blood vessels protrude like earthworms. They are covered with calluses. His face has long been eroded by wind, frost and time. He had a lot of wrinkles, his eyes were deep, and he didn’t know what he was thinking.

As if aware of Wang Muzhi's gaze, Wang Jiefang turned back to look at his son, grinning.

"Stinky boy."

……

As night falls, the lights in Ren Changxia's office are still on.

Wu Guo knocked on the door and went in, but was choked by the smell of cigarette smoke and left the room.

"I'll go, you kid is going to get carbon monoxide poisoning. You don't even know how to open the window when you smoke?"

Wu Guo held his breath and rushed in and opened the door. A gust of wind blew in, which made the smell of smoke in the room disperse a lot, and he was finally able to breathe normally.

"You still haven't figured out the tomb robbing case?"

When he came to the table and looked at the various photos placed on it, Wu Guo picked up one and asked casually.

Ren Changxia rubbed his face with his hands and sighed.

"Yes, according to experts from the provincial capital, this set of chime bells unearthed was used for worship by Emperor Zhou in ancient times. There are only twelve in a set, but there is still one missing. I have checked everything in the past two days. There was no trace of these guys with criminal records around.

It is very possible that an outsider committed the crime. If that were the case, it would be extremely difficult for me to trace it. "

Wu Guo also knew the importance of this case.

Chime bells are bronzes from the Shang and Zhou dynasties of China. They can be called national treasure-level antiques. Whether they are lost, damaged, or sold, they are a loss to Chinese culture, and the crime is not that big.

"Is it possible that it was picked up by nearby villagers and did not fall into the hands of tomb robbers?"

Faced with Wu Guo's inquiry, Ren Changxia shook his head.

"This possibility is very small. After receiving the report, we rushed to the scene for protection as soon as possible and conducted publicity visits to the surrounding villagers. We did not find anything abnormal. According to my inference, the tomb robbers had no time to kill the entire group. When the chimes are transported away, only one or two can be taken away.

Moreover, in addition to this, there are other bronzes that have been lost, and ordinary people do not have the courage to do so. "

Wu Guo frowned, lit one unconsciously, and shouted in a low voice.

"If that's the case, then we are just like searching for a needle in a haystack. The longer time passes, the worse it will be for us. These guys must be eager to sell the chimes now. After he succeeds, we will not be able to catch him even if we catch him. Get those bronzes back.”

"Yeah, I'm worried about this too. The other party was too professional and didn't leave any useful clues at all. Now my head hurts from worry."

"Why don't you ask your superiors for help? This case cannot be delayed any longer. We are now in the golden period of solving the case."

"Wait a minute. You can't ask your superiors for help whenever you have a problem. What will happen to us in that case? Let me study it further."

Ren Changxia squeezed out the cigarette butt in the ashtray, washed his face and picked up the photo again to look at it carefully.

Seeing his friend like this, Wu Guo simply stopped going home, and the two got together to discuss the case.

I want to find some clues from it.

……

Today is Saturday, and Wang Muzhi came to the textile factory to visit his eldest sister.

The eldest sister and his wife have been working in the textile factory for a week, and I have to ask the eldest sister if they can adapt.

"Muzhi is here."

"Brother Chang Lin, why do I always see you at the door every time I come here?"

Wang Muzhi was really puzzled.

Little did they know that Zhang Changlin strolled outside the door almost every day just to meet Wang Muzhi like this.

"Hahaha, this shows that we two brothers are destined to be together."

Zhang Changlin smiled so happily.

He played a very important role in Shen Han's incident last time. Shen Han and Bai Liquan brought him cigarettes, wine and snacks the next day. More importantly, his relationship with Wang Mu became closer. few.

"Yes, it's fate."

Wang Muzhi also admired Zhang Changlin. This person did not give up on himself because he was a gatekeeper. The fact that he could bring Shen Han and others to him for help also showed that this person had brains, courage, and tact.

"Brother Chang Lin, I came to see my eldest brother-in-law. Why haven't I seen him?"

"I arranged for your eldest brother-in-law to patrol the warehouse. In fact, there is nothing going on there. Even if you wander around casually, you won't be seen by the leaders. Don't worry, we are all a family."

"Thank you for taking care of me. I'll go in and see Brother Zhuang."

"Okay, you're busy."

Wang Muzhi has been here many times, and everyone in the textile factory has already had an impression of this handsome young man. He came to the Huahongzhuang office without any hindrance. Before he could knock on the door, he heard bursts of cheerfulness coming from inside. Laughing, he was obviously in a good mood at the moment.

"Dong dong dong."

"Come in."

Wang Muzhi pushed open the door and walked in. The moment Huahongzhuang saw him, he smiled so hard that he could hardly even see his eyes.

"Hahaha, Mu Zhi, you are here, come here quickly, the advice you gave me last time was really useful. Manager Zhang from Friendship Mall just called me and begged me to get a few more sets. Recently, Several China World Trade Center buildings are constantly asking for T-shirts of this type, and the sales are going crazy!”